I'm feeling pensive today
thinking about so many things
my mind is in a busy tizzy
People in need, yesterday, my sons,
my life, my stubborn cat, my schedule,
the world and it's occupants
There is no topic off the table today,
and sometimes, that's ok
my thoughts are my own
But in order to live life, I need to put aside
my strife and ping ponging thoughts
and do what I need to do
Conquer and divide
Truth is put aside
Freedoms continually denied
Propaganda is how they've always lied
A world through armies forever homicide
The time has now come to stem this evil tide
Spread the word of love that comes from deep inside
Heal the wounds of separation of a gulf that's far and wide
Each individual come together a loving collective we must urgently decide
You are horrible, you let me down, a simple task you turned into a nightmare.
You were always bad, you had no heart, I tried to let the first of your attack on taking my love go, but you continued on.
You were always no good, I even tried to smooth things over, trying to put aside any ill feelings I had.
You are horrible, you are rotten to the core, you lack good and truth, and all that is true.
You should have never allowed ours to mix, now we have a soup mix, if you cannot act like a human for human's sake, I can’t imagine how you treat strangers you must hate them even more.
God tells us to forgive, that in the end he takes care of all. So, we shall see how it goes, I will remember all the mean and cruel ways you behaved.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I saw the glow…
It doesn’t always come to me
They say it is special
Seen only by those who know
It’s not given out just for show
But I say..
It’s for ones who have
A difficult row to hoe
It is sent to show
They are on a new way
A wondrous path
One to relieve the wrath
Of times past
To prove…
Bad times don’t last
Let all doubts
Be put aside and outcast
You felt your heart
As it soared
Words of salvation
Into your ears roared
Now go forth and live
You have much to give
A whole life to re-live
It's not a tale told by a bard,
Theadora was a gift from God:
that light gliding over vawes
at sunrise, as it showed
all its splendor on mornings
of melodic sound.
Theadora loved Mark...
that was her ingrown spark,
never ignored or put aside;
they enjoyed being one.
Was there a jealous threat
that could separate them
and wound their pride?
Was their hope gone?
The beautiful memory
of Theadora and Mark
lived on in poetry,
never forgotten
by lovers who remembered
it quite often;
somebody saw the tragedy,
how they drowned screaming
in a troubled sea colder than ice.
He didn't help at once,
all he felt was revenge increasing.
Their pain was sharper
than a shrieking lark
that lost his life
in that terrible hurricane.
TOPsy-tUrVy
in a world full of delusion???
Awaken in shock, of the darkness;
Being in a state of confusion or disorder:
Emotions passions flood my mind and heart
Variable processes, day N night thus…
Light in Dark, with many unpredictable his-story recorders;
Changes or reversals;
Vertigo my friend;
My brain is fishing, yet I haven’t caught a thing;
Put aside the pain of past failures";
I am I be a spiritual being, in this “worldly;
Phycholist bookmark me showed a topsy-turvy;
In or into a state of confusion or disorder;
TOPsy-tUrVy
3/16/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2026©
May we all be blessed to one day put aside our fear and prejudices
our bullets, bombs and guns…
and realize I belong to you…
you belong to me
and everyone…
belongs to everyone.
The in-between
It is hard to live in the in-between
when the in-between cradles the past
which I believed to have been put aside
like a garbage bag in a deserted field
hidden between the cliffs and the sea,
between what you believed to have loved
and what you love today, between here and there,
between ‘how are you?’ and ‘is all well?’,
rocking like a ripe cumin plant
between one bay and another,
moving like the sea between one island and another.
It is tough to live in the in-between
when the in-between is hidden
between what is and fiction,
between the wretched thoughts and the vicious feelings.
Maybe today I will be able to relax
in the water flowing
from one step
to another.
57.
My Prayer Against the 7 Deadly Sins
Lord, abet me put aside
The vain and frivolous pride
I nurture within me inside
Lord, do not allow to seed
Vicious barnacles of greed
Eventhough I am in need
Lord, erase the vanity
Revealed by mask of envy
Searing me to atrophy
Lord, shield me from glaring gust
Of humid, temperate lust
For it taints my soul with rust
Lord, allow not to gather
In my heart and mind anger
Make it lag, take it faster
Lord, let me not be clumsy
Due to frisky gluttony
Horror of obesity
Lord, shun me from insolence
Brought by putrid indolence
Rip this slough of negligence.
-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*reflective mood
14.
Media Beside
Come! Lo! Valiant knights who never hide
Allow not the truth be put aside
Zip not thy mouth, ears open
Walk not with doubt, eyes listen
Do odd, let them see media beside.
-01/04/2007
(Dumarao)
*Topsy-Turvy Limerick Ironic
Up I get from my morning den
I have one job that I rarely go to.
I can call people fat and skinny but
I trace my lines and I’m never satisfied.
Others use me anyhow they please
But it isn’t my job, no matter how much I try I end up being put aside.
When I’m done making beautiful clothes
I’m left to wonder why others can’t see that I’m not always the best myself, so why listen ?.
I can never go home on time and I sleep on the streets as if my home is far.
At least even if I’m not home, I’ll be somewhere that no one truly need me.
By grace divine, the truth is known,
as realisation full blown,
which though imbibed, is not ingrained,
unless our consciousness we hone.
As long as we’re to ego chained,
deluded that our heart is stained,
the freedom we seek is denied,
thus light of Self is not retained.
Thought of attainment put aside
and fears nurtured to God confide,
that thus reclaiming our essence,
in our heart’s core we may reside.
Ego veils our luminescence
opaquing Self’s effervescence,
so simply feeling, not thinking,
light bursts forth as our quintessence.
Head and heart with bliss beats linking,
space flickers as though it’s winking,
whence we don’t imbibe but become,
living light of Self unblinking.
Feel within Divine Mother strum
harp of spine, birthing a bliss hum,
in continual renewal,
God’s gong of Om, the cosmic drum.
Divine magnetism the fuel,
silence exits life pulse dual,
wherein poised we become the flame,
with Self the prize, heart’s crown jewel.
Dangerous are animals
we think are calm and mild,
for hidden in their psyche
is the spark of being wild.
We humans were not meant
to fall in line like sheep
and follow leaders blindly
to sow where they will reap,
to believe whatever’s told,
no matter what the source,
to swallow whole the lies
and walk the crooked course
that leads us to the loss
of thoughtful regulations
that keep us well and safe
and protect a healthy nation.
The time has surely come
to free us from the hell
caused by the power-hungry
to keep us in their spell.
Rise against the oligarchs,
‘gainst treachery and hate
and the enemies of liberty
which threaten human fate.
Wake up and sound the knell.
The young will lead us forward.
They have the most to lose.
Enough’s enough the byword.
We can put aside our apathy
and stand for what is right
to help us save ourselves, so
rise and vote and join the fight.
Anticipation
stalls
hope and dreams
are put aside
temptation to be a recluse
to be wild
to buck this trend
of a constant loop
of disappointment
of regret
of random words
filtering through my head
does it ever
STOP?
fragments
and half memories
are all I remember
Avocado ??
Avocado in the market square,
every buyer lingers there.
Fingers press to test the skin,
to feel the ripeness deep within,
soft and tender,
So rich and rare.
They want it soft and ripe
Medium soft, not too loose.
"Cut for me," their voices call
I want to see beneath the wall
Others also want to taste
Before they pay and bag a waste.
Many want it fleshy
Big body small seed
Bigger ones are very fatty
Some are very watery
Small ones are tasty
If tendered while ripe.
When cut into halves
And seed put aside
The inside looks nice
Hollow and round,
Warm and oily.
A fruit and a snack
Sweet every time
And along with any food
Even taken alone,
Avocado whets the mouth.
But who buys an Avocado
Without pressing the Avocado?
By Teacher Kevin.
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